Growing up my Dad took painstaking care to document my sister's and my development in the form a photo slide show--with real slides and a projector. One photo every month for the first two years. Then every birthday and half-birthday until twelve. Then every birthday until twenty-one.
If you were a boyfriend or girlfriend and it was your first time at the house then the slide projector got hauled out. I never thought much about it. Robin hated it.
A few years ago I digitized all the slides and put them on a DVD to music as a Father's Day present.
Like Ben Folds says, It's so weird to be back here.